SHORT STORY

Night

Life wasn’t fair.

Sylvia knew that. Even her name came after a car name.

Living as an orphan wasn’t fair either. On the bright side, it could be worse. She could be named Nissan.

The night was quiet, and that was nice.

Usually, the industrial area boiled with hooker fights. The city had changed a lot after the energetic crisis. “damn Greta", she thought.

She prepared to close her small restaurant and call it a day. Or a night. Who cared.